Love through my eyes and understanding...

Love is as much as an object of an obsession. Everybody wants it and seeks it but a few will achieve it. Those who do will cerish it, be lost in it and never forget it.

Wanting him is hard to forget, having him is hard to regret, losing him is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.

Love never dies a natural death. Love dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. Love dies of blindness, errors and betrayals. Love dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, withering and tarnished.

Liar, liar your pants on fire...

I believe it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than a slave. I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant...

Why do some people choose to lie, slave and ignorant? Attention? I just don't get it...